Upon golden heights

The artful eye ever within its golden cage

study all the trimming seen out upon the day

creating perfect rhythm with each unfolding stage

allowing tormented beauty to swing and to play

as a nightmare in tones upon the turning page

stabbing at the canvass the beauty it must slay

twisting and turning as the wand of a mage

but the gold is still a cage today and everyday.

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